Finn Hunter
Marienna arrives back at the 'Sheet, and proceeds to the cabin where Finn had been left sleeping. She taps lightly at the door, "Finn, 'tis Marienna, might I come in?" She opens the door to a calmer scene than had been reported to her.
Finn is up now, looking for clothing. The lights are still bright, but it doesn't look like the oil is now in danger of running out within the next hour. An empty bowl sits on a table next to the bed, and a glass still mostly full of wine stands next to it. Finn is shirtless, and Marienna can see the sores spotted around his torso. He points toward the glass as he speaks.
"Hello, Marienna, I'm guessing that was your suggestion, to calm me down. Believe it or not, Mistress Abelard's soup did that. They didn't feed me after they caught me, rather I was the meal it seemed. The wine tasted slightly bitter, so I'm guessing you added something to either calm me, or make me sleep. Sorry, I slept enough thanks to those fiends, I'd rather stay awake for a little while right now. Now, did you find my gear when you found me or am I gonna have to ransack this bilge of a flotsam island to find a decent kit again?"